Heather's Dog
If I was heather’s dog
I’d be so glad,
I’d just lay around
on my warm comfy pad.
And when I got hungry
I’d take a stroll,
out to the kitchen
to my big chow bowl.
I’d get me a snack
then I’d go to the den,
and I’d jump on the couch
and take out a pen.
And if it wasn’t for the goodness
of my big hearted master,
I’d write a story
that would finish in disaster.
But instead I’d write a tale
that’s true to the end,
about my master
who’s also my best friend.
About the finest master
that could ever be,
who loves me dearly
and takes good care of me.
A master with
a great big heart of gold,
a master who when was made
God broke the mold.
A master that I love
because she’s the best,
a master who makes me feel
so very blessed.
And when I’m done with my story
and I have no more to add,
I’d go back and lay down
on my nice warm comfy pad.:)
